Actually there is just one delusional sack of shit that we're concerned with today, and that's little miss %illridewithyou. (SIC, because I hate all this "hashtag" horseshit.)
She made up just about everything about the encounter. There was in fact a woman on the same train as her, who was wearing some kind of scarf, who removed it, and who got off at the same stop; of the account those facts are the entirety of what actually happened. The rest was entirely fabricated.
(Note that apparently islam is now a race, rather than a religion...at least according to Social Justice Warriors.)
Vox Day has his two cents' worth.
Personally, I like Iowahawk's take on it:
Which is absolutely brilliant satire.
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Another day forecast to be "partly cloudy" which has, in fact, turned out to be entirely cloudy.
I was ringing back in Computers again today, and so of course my tonsils feel as if I've been eating brillo pads. I woke up with the left side of my head packed solid with goo, but at work I did the Valsalva maneuver and everything worked normally. Glands are only slightly swollen--and maybe not even "slightly", because they've always been on the large side--and so far the tonsils and congestion are the only real symptoms. I would like it very, very much if that's all that happened, but of course it's not the way to bet.
Thing is: if this is viral (which would seem to be borne out by the lack of any obvious fever) then I've actually had the cold for a week at least because it takes time for this crap to incubate. I am not exactly an expert on the human immune response but I do know that the symptoms of the common cold are the body's first line of defense against an infection, so I tend to avoid taking medications to quell the symptoms only because I don't want to interfere with the function of a defense mechanism.
Though if the symptoms get too bad, I'll take whatever I can get.
Still, as I said: I'd need to review the posts since 2007 to see if I've been sick, but I certainly don't recall being laid low by anything that required bed rest in that time--the kind of sick where you're feverish and can't think straight, and your head's a solid block of mucus and you just want someone to put you out of your misery, because you can't sleep without feeling like you're strangling....
And seven years without getting really sick is pretty damned good, actually.
But if I need to gargle viscous lidocaine just to get some ibuprofen tablets down again, I am going to get a tonsillectomy. I'm done with that shit.
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Time for a nap, I think.
